Sunday, 8 June 2014

The Scene of the Crime

Today’s
guest blog is by Gilles Pétel who was born and raised in Dunkirk. After studying philosophy at the Université
de Nice, he spent several years’ abroad teaching. Pétel wrote his novel Under the
Channel (published by Gallic in May 2014) while living in London at
the time of the financial crisis and working as a teacher at the
Lycée Français.

To my knowledge,
there are very few novels or films, which take place at all in the Channel
Tunnel, with the notable exception of the Brian de Palma film Mission Impossible, in the spectacular
scene where a helicopter follows the Eurostar into the tunnel.

Yet the Channel
Tunnel truly is an extraordinary machine, especially if one decides to commit a
murder there.Like all tunnels, it links
two different universes, two valleys, two countries, an island, and a continent.It’s a pathway.But this tunnel, which joins together France
and England, is neither here nor there.How
can we know, with certainty, whether the murder was committed on the French
side or the English side?Who does the
corpse belong to?Who should lead the
investigation?A tunnel is also an
entrenched area, hidden from view.There
can be no external witnesses to the scene of the crime.Either the passengers were present when the
victim was murdered, and are hence all suspects (as goes the reasoning in the
famous Murder on the Orient Express),
or they were elsewhere, and couldn’t have been at the murder scene.On a speeding train, the murderer cannot have
come from outside.He or she is one of
the witnesses interrogated.These
circumstances or these elements make the crime much more complicated, both to
commit, and to solve.And of course, the
Channel Tunnel is no ordinary tunnel.It
doesn’t pass through a mountain, as tunnels usually do, but under the sea.We’re therefore transported into an almost
fantastical universe, which recalls that of Jules Verne (Journey to the Centre of the Earth or Twenty Thousand Leagues Under The Sea).This train, speeding along under the sands of
the Channel, almost seems to come from a futuristic novel.Travelling in such conditions is both
exciting and worrying.It somehow feels
as though you might be risking your life when you climb aboard, especially if
someone has already decided to kill you!

That’s what the
Border Police think anyway.Before I
wrote Under The Channel, I had met
with a French police officer so that he could tell me not only how a murder
investigation is conducted, but also how the Channel Tunnel is protected.

That’s how, one
beautiful spring morning; he took me to the police station in charge of supervising
the Channel Tunnel.I remember how en
route, he explained the different ranks which distinguish the police officers
amongst themselves, their functions, the different criminal affairs he had
dealt with the most (he was now retired).I remember how the security increased the closer we got to the tunnel,
and I still have the very strong impression that the tunnel entrance made on
me, that gigantic hole cut out of the countryside.When we were there, drinking coffee with the
guards, he explained that the owners of the tunnel had refused me permission,
which I had requested a few weeks previously, to visit the inside of the
tunnel, and the surrounding escape routes.I thought that the tour might give me ideas as to how this murder could
have been committed.I was only at the
start of my book, and I had been asking myself a number of questions about how
to make this murder as realistic as possible, when it wasn’t especially so.But in terms of murders, as the police
officer confided in me, nothing is really that improbable.The only limits come from our own imagination.Reality itself flirts with infinity.

It wasn’t hard to
guess why permission for me to visit the tunnel hadn’t been granted.The company, which makes use of the Channel
Tunnel, lives in fear of a terrorist attack.It was a little surprising nonetheless to find myself suspected of such
things, but I suppose one can never be too careful when it comes to security.

I was on the
other hand allowed to visit the police station whether they monitor the
tunnel’s fittings.The agents were most
charming, and answered most of my questions.They also showed me a plan of the tunnel, which I burned into my memory.This is how I found out that the two main
tracks of the Tunnel have smaller versions, which follow them, which would
allow, if necessary, an evacuation if a train broke down.

I also couldn’t
help noticing, on arriving and leaving the area, the huge amount of barbed wire,
which surrounded the entrance to the tunnel.And I haven’t even mentioned the cameras…

When I had
returned home, I thought about what I had seen, and what I had been told.Nothing would prevent a murder being
committed on the train as it passed through the Channel Tunnel, with the
assailant then fleeing via one of the escape routes, as long as, of course, the
train stopped for a little while.Nobody
could have entered the train from the outside to commit the crime I was
thinking of, but they could easily hop out, neither seen nor heard, once the
murder was done.When constructing the
plot, I also often found myself thinking about the huge number of surveillance
cameras, the endless security gates, and all the barbed wire placed there to
prevent the ever growing flow of illegal immigration.This is why I decided to write into my novel
a character who is also stowing away.This
character, at first secretive and enigmatic, became more and more important in
spite of myself.Could he have been the
murderer?

It’s always hard
to know where writing ideas come from.Observations
of course, research sometimes, imagination more so; all play an important role
in the working out of a novel.But the
importance of chance ideas can’t be ignored – as it’s so often a determining
factor.As in the case of the character
I’ve just mentioned, sometimes the best ideas come to us completely randomly,
as though whispered in our ear, without needing much thought to come across
them.